Wharf Trash: Love Poems for Ocean Cleanup is a book of watery, ocean plastic debris filled, ecologically-minded group of love poems in the style of a contemporary female Pablo Neruda or Walt Whitman. All profits the author receives will go towards The Ocean Cleanup. While some of the formatting has been lost, here is the first poem from the book: Beloved Uprooting the Oceans within My Breast
Listen, love me here,
where my miniature sculpture of Venus curses my
crystal blue NASA sky.
Right here, where my N.S.A. listens in on the noise
in a conch shell.
Come and let your red velvet tongues
grow and thrive in the deep sandy drawers
of my speechless seas. There, the tire floats
like a criticism foreclosed for those who weren't born knowing
the haphazard and buoyed everything,
the mortal ridges and grooves of longitude swelling like oily waves
above the sandy dunes. Let your breath
stamp its ink onto both our sunned-tanned backs. Let the
dark garments gather.
Such ordinary human endeavors are currently not economically viable.
Let my lessons of the first world at war
be made manifest, and this malleable humor
sunk in an estuary to make a habitat for fish.
Here I am riding you into a many mooned Jerusalem, the white
rose of your sclera widening, as if
a sea cap, as if
gasping for breath.
